Rebirth of the Supreme Writer

I haven't been very comfortable these past two days. I caught a cold twice in a week. The weather is very uncomfortable with the hot and cold weather!

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Yi Ming sat upright next to his teacher, Mr. Qingwen. While listening to "The Chinese", he also looked around Zhao Zhongqing's office with some boredom. Then he secretly sighed and sighed. This place is really big enough, with dozens of rooms.

It's about a square meter.

On the left side of the door, there is a row of sofas against the wall, and there are a few magazines on the coffee table.

Next to the armrests of the sofa, there are two pots of Junzi bamboo, the green leaves showing full of vitality.

Next to the two pots of gentleman bamboo is a tall double-sided bookshelf. Judging from the newness of the books placed on it, it is very possible that they have not been touched since they were put there.

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After finishing the song, Mr. Qingwen was in a daze for a long time before he took a deep breath and sighed: "Yes, when I heard the name of the song "Chinese", I couldn't help but think about what this song will have.

I really can't think of how charming it is and how excellent it is. The music started to play, and after listening to it, I realized that any superfluous description was superfluous. The song "Chinese" must also be like this.

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Mr. Qingwen pursed his lips and sighed: "Obviously, your song "Chinese" really gave the teacher a big surprise. Although talent is important, acquired hard work is also indispensable. If you don't mind

, I really want you to learn the basic skills of arranging music and writing lyrics from Lao Zhao at this moment."

Zhao Zhongqing smiled bitterly when he heard this, waved his hands and said: "Old Ye, you think too highly of me. Forget it, I can't afford it, and there is nothing to teach him a freak."

"Yes, this kid really surprises people from time to time." Mr. Qingwen agreed greatly and couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately..., fortunately, Lao Zhao has self-awareness, otherwise he would really be pushed into the fire pit for his teacher, Mr. Qingwen.

Yi Ming sighed that he was lucky. This happy paradise was indeed a hair's breadth away from the miserable hell. Otherwise, there would be no one to express his tears to him at this moment.

Zhao Zhongqing held the pot to refill the tea for the two of them, and said with a smile: "Although there is nothing to teach, in terms of understanding of music theory and music style, I am afraid that no one in the whole country can match me. So, I have more time.

Come and chat with me, this old man, and you will still gain something by taking care of it."

Yi Ming nodded immediately and said hurriedly: "Of course, I will come when I have time."

Zhao Zhongqing knew in his heart that Yi Ming's words were not trustworthy, and most of them were perfunctory, but he nodded and said, "I have a lot of things to do, so I won't leave you here. Since you don't object, Old Man Ye,

If so, then I will repair and remove the noise from the "Love My China" disc in the morning, then submit it for approval in the afternoon, and I will give you an approval letter then."

Mr. Qingwen had no opinion at this moment and nodded: "If this can make the Chinese people pay attention to the original ethnic music, instead of the popular music that makes people fall asleep, this will also be the national treasure.

It is a great blessing and a joy that we are happy to see."

"You said..., what reason do I have to disagree? Can I disagree?" Mr. Qingwen's face was much more serious at this moment, and he looked very serious, and even his words revealed a different tone than usual.

The solemnity was revealed.

"Save the building from falling, pay the rumors and follow Xia Yu. I'm old, and I don't have the ability to take revenge." After Zhao Zhongqing smiled as if he was self-deprecating, his eyes turned to Yi Ming again, with admiration in his eyes.

, the admiration was not concealed at this moment.

Mr. Qingwen stood up with a smile and said, "I am very happy that someone is like this. But as the old saying goes, 'When a tree grows old, it becomes empty, and when a person grows old, it becomes loose'. This is really true. The world will be wonderful in the future. , why aren’t we at the feet of these young people?”

Is this the top Chinese master of Chinese studies in China?

At this moment, Yi Ming unconsciously began to have many ideas, and he seemed to have a new understanding of the two masters of Chinese studies who were so famous in China.

What he says and does, what he says and does, is that he is considering things for the future of the country. Why shouldn't such a person make people feel respected?